MoaCW (musings of a coworker)

I sent my buddy a text asking if my teeth are small. His response,

"U never smile so I would never know"

... he of course would be lying :-p

Musings of a Co-Worker

I work with a hilarious individual and periodically I will receive the funniest stuff. Granted sometimes I ask for it but on this particular evening here's what I got;

"I went to eat at a restaurant by myself. A little girl came up to my table and told me I look lonely and gave me a hug. Hahaha am I that pathetic looking?"

it's time

I feel like my blog and writing have been boring, mundane, and an overall crap fest. I feel like I need to find a new way of writing and expressing myself without telling the world about my life. There needs to be a different way, although I'm not sure how or what it should be. I find myself wanting to write about family, work, life, etc. which is all good, but I have a small sneaking suspicion that if I write the way I see it then I can get in a lot of trouble, or hurt some feelings. I need a new spin and by all means I'm going to find it. So just sit back and relax as I find myself... in my spare time.

Hopefully I will still be interesting.

Until then,

XOXOX

what a squeeze

i have been able to button and comfortably walk around in my pre-pregnancy 'fat jeans'. i'm hitting the gym today and my winter body makeover is going splendidly.

all it takes is a little time, patience, and persistence.

what an easy Thanksgiving...

kind of really. my family was awesome, the food was great, and for all those last minute 'show-er uppers' you may now leave. Thanksgiving wasn't so bad, minus the stress and a cramped house. It was the first year that I cooked for my family (turkey style) and the event was hosted at my place. I was super excited with how the turkey and food turned out and overall it was relatively quick. My little Stinky Baby, aka Stinky Foster had his first taste of Pickled Beet juice and surprisingly the kid enjoyed it. He is seven months and growing with his two bottom teeth and a slimy grin. He is wonderfulness wrapped all in one. I never would have expected him to be enjoying the beet juice, but hey when your kid likes something, he's gotta have it right? haha!! I'm sure there are going to be a few gasps, and to clear the record, no I am not going to be that kind of mother. He will have his boundaries, I was mainly talking about the Pickled Beet Juice.

now on to the rest of the Holidays...

why?

trail mix isn't that delicious.... i'm just saying.

i kicked ass on the ellyptical today. woop. woop. i'm almost back to the pre-pregnancy weight. i think i would have been there already had i been more motivated. there's no time like the present!

Rose Wine

in this white wind i am sinking in this silence.

i need a new mix. i need a new routine and a new schedule. thank goodness for change. not everything is going to stay the same.

i like my wine to be luke cold, with a bitter sense of sweet where i can be free.

my poetry hasn't come out in a long time. i felt like growing up was to abandon what i used to be. only small pieces have come with me along my journey.

being different can warrant peace.

watch me. i will be different.

what?

hope i didn't mislead you.

oh no!

that cork is my nemesis... and so is that tiger

kill me please, or at least take my test for me

oh my gawd i feel like i'm about to scream and explode from the inside out. i have a stupid ass test on marketing and i have just drank a double shot coconut mocha courtesy of my sister. i am glued to the chair and i feel like sprinting all over the place. i am complacent and uncomfortable as my pants don't fit right and my ass is numb. my body hurts due to day number two on the elliptical and i have t-minus 2 1/2 hours to get the rest of my studying in. i'm about to throw the damn keyboard as every key is sticking and i have completely lost all motivation.

it's not a good sign. i'll try to give you an answer of my well being in the next day or two. i have a feeling my evening is not going to be very good. uugh...

serenity now.

really?

riding a bicycle while smoking. isn't that counterintuitive to the end result?

is swear, if i had a mobile device hooked up to the internet. i would have a million pointless posts... until then this will have to work for now.

another level of dedication

There are some recent divorces occurring in my outer circles of family and friends, which i find astounding. As a child my parents divorced multiple times, including step parents. By the time I was 12 I had experienced a total of three divorces. Maybe I have a skewed vision of what marriage should be, but I can't get it out of my head how couples fall out of love. OK, I'm mean it's pretty obvious that it happens. I'm not a complete idiot. I am mainly talking about the commitment aspect of it. There are a million reasons why trust is broken, people don't get along, etc. Maybe I am naive on some scale as I did just get married and come next Sunday I will be celebrating my one year anniversary with the love of my life. Or maybe we are just the old fashioned couple who are genuinely friends first and foremost. We talk all the time via text, phone conversation, at home; you get the gist. We took our time getting married and we made sure it's what we wanted.

I'm not saying that my relationship is 100% perfect, it's definitely something that has to be worked on. I guess mainly our level of dedication is what counts. The point I'm trying to make; at what stage do the couples let it all go. At what stage does the toilet flush and all the vows and kind words go with the flow of the water into the drain and finally to the shit hole of a sewage tank? As of the current moment, I will never know. Which I am ultimately thankful for. I don't ever want to get to that point to where I stop respecting my husband as a person, as a father, as my best friend, and lastly as my husband. He's the world to me.

what a day, what a day

i am currently sleep deprived, cold, and in need of studying for test number two. i decided to stay up late last night to study for test number one. but to no avail that didn't suffice. i don't know why i feel as though i can study late at night. it's fine if i already know the material, but i didn't. needless to say after that first exam i feel dumber than a box of rocks. it's my own fault, so i can't be bitter. man i really need to get my shit together.

i had the best day yesterday with my son. he is so wonderful on so many levels. he can still be a pain in the ass, but man is he awesome. i love his little face and his little hands. i love the way he smells and the sounds he makes when he tries to talk. i love washing his clothes because they smell so great coming out of the dryer, and i love that when he is in bed i can hug his clothes. he has been such a firecracker and has stressed me out to no end. but i wouldn't change it for the world. no one can ever truly emulate how great you feel and how much wholeness and joy seeing your child brings to your life. knowing that he's completely innocent and relies on you for everything. i love giving him hugs, i love the way he looks at the world with utter astonishment with those chubby little cheeks. i love rocking him to sleep at night, and i love that he can finally hold his own bottle. i love being able to grow with him and i love the fact that i can teach him how to be such a wonderful person. i love... him

well i started my post in a bitch fest, but that last paragraph has turned my day around already. now i'm going to take my iced coffee and bad complexion and start cramming for test number two. hopefully i won't be a complete idiot during the next test like i was for the first.

wish me luck.

drink chocolate

i have been having those feelings again. the feelings that everything is almost always impossible. for instance, driving on the highway. in a city of a stupid amount of people, why can't anyone learn to drive? there is a merge lane for a reason. there are most certainly blinkers for a reason, hence the reason i use them. i know it may be difficult to have the eye attract towards a blinking yellow oblong shape, but how else am i supposed to alert you i am changing lanes. so why can't you just let me over? another fantastic concept that has all but flown out the window is common courtesy and respect for others. when i am on campus for classes, i have to take the shuttle bus. it's convenient and easy. you get on, sit down, arrive at your destination, and get off. but to others, when getting on they feel as though the people getting off are stupid. that they deserve the right to bombard their way onto the bus even though there's nowhere to go yet because nobody can get off. or how about, when there are two of me and one of you, you take the only open two seated bench. i'm glad you really needed that window seat to read your book. i guess you couldn't have done that in the aisle seat. apparently you feel as though my sister and i have to sit at different ends of the bus. or how about when Time Warner Cable took $80.00 out of my account when i sent them a check for $30. they still have yet to give me my $50 back and then made an adjustment on my bill charging me an additional $80.00.

I really don't understand what happened to the 'do unto others as you would have done to you', or just the plain old concept of being nice. that person you're being an ass to is a friend, sister, mother, brother, parent, etc. just like you are. they're aren't so different. so from now on, get your shit together people.

you've got to be kidding me...

Academics in adult life is tough. As an adult you are in charge of your motivation, procrastination and ultimately your college future, if you so choose to have one. There are a million different obstacles to climb through such as work life, personal life and school life. You have to get up early, stay late and study on the weekends when really sitting around watching the boob tube would seem more fun. On the particular morning I am writing the vent-ful message comes after about 35 minutes of re-directing myself all around the Ohio State University campus. It has currently surpassed Arizona state (the last I heard anyway) as being the biggest University campus in the United States. Yep, my little old school holds the bare minimum of 50,000 students on any given day. My first class of my Tuesday/Thursday schedule starts promptly at 8:30 am. I left the house around 7:30 to give myself enough time to get here, rigorously find a place to park and trek my ass to class. But on my way here, since I am leaving town at about noon, I thought of a brilliant idea; or what seemed brilliant at the time. I would go to the library conveniently located one building away from my classroom to print out notes. Lots and lots of notes as I will be in the car for 12 hours (one way) and dangling toys in front of my son can only be entertaining for so long. I figured it would give me time to catch up on what I am missing in my other classes and the opportunity to be uber prepared for next week.

I really should have thought it through a little bit better. Some time between me being exhaustingly tired and forgetting that The OSU is construction hungry they not only closed my library, they made it into a computer lab for Business Majors. Uhhh... I am not a business major, I am a nutrition major. Therefore I am not privileged enough to use their stupid ass computers. The same exact computers that are in every computer lab/library on campus. Ok, no big deal. There's always going to have to be Plan B. So I ask the student working there (she was really nice so I couldn't be mad) if there were any other libraries or computer labs nearby. She hands me a map of the campus highlighting the areas in which I can go. I thought, 'Oh great! Wow!! These people really have it together. No big deal, I'll just walk to the next closest one'. In my situation thankfully there were two equally distant destinations from each other.

Off to the Journalism Library I go. I had originally used the JL when I first came to OSU about 4 years ago and had completely forgot about its existence. It was somewhat sentimental, so I chose it first! WRONG!! I get there and it's closed, due to none other than construction. I all but throw my hands to the sky and scream 'SERENITY NOW!!' I figured it would be a bit disruptive and students passing by may deduce me to a nut case. I ended up taking the silent approach to all but mumble under breath 'I can't believe I am missing class for a bunch of crap. I am such a fool', as I am all but envisioning myself calling maintenance and cussing them out for being so inconsiderate.

Thankfully Baker Hall across the street has an open computer lab. Now I can print my notes, and joyfully be on my way. Ta-Da!!

I know right?

I have to admit that I've been having a miniature obsession with Lady Gaga. I'm not impressed with her 'pop art' culture makeover experience or whatever bullshit she tries to call it. I'm only really impressed with her voice and the way she plays piano. I think her acoustic live performances are wonderful, and she's got it put together. With that said I had the strangest dream the other night. I dreamed that I had a cavity. Which in itself is weird as I've never once had a cavity in my life. I'm one of the lucky few; i digress. The dream was so lucid that I actually felt the pain from my 'cavity'. It's strange I know. So in my dream I go to the dentist to get the situation assessed. The dental techs do x-rays and it shows that my bottom canine is all jacked up and black. But it shows I have another cavity on one of my upper canines.

Well my dentist, Lady Gaga, comes in not to fill my tooth but to pull it. She takes one of those Sani-wipes and rubs it around the base of my tooth. It's some sort of new innovative pain killer and local anesthetic in that world. Then she takes a white device that looks similar to the Ped-egg. That thing that is supposed to remove the dead skin from the heel of your foot. So she uses the Ped-egg, hooks my tooth and pulls it right out. Lady Gaga dentist then repeats the same process to my other tooth but only after a little bit of chit chat. It was as if we were new best friends.

The dream was insane and I woke up scratching my head. Have you ever had one of those dreams where they're so real you remember all the details? It was like that only times 10 because I was so freaked that's all I could think about today at work. I was re-playing it all in my head. I don't know what dream interpreters would say. If you have any ideas please let me know.

Chase you down until you love me...

it's interesting how rejuvenating it feels to finally be over the juvenile antics of ignorant human beings.

viva la gaga!!!

i almost forgot...

My mother and I have been going rounds for a few years now when it comes to remembering my shoe size. I wear a 6 1/2 as I am only 5' 1". Yes at one point in time, when I was say 20 pounds heavier, I wore a size 7. Only I barely fit into it and since I have lost weight since high school I am no longer that size. So it comes as a surprise to me that she consistently thinks I wear a 7. Even after many times of correcting her...

Picture this afternoon when she sends me a hideous picture of a pair of cream and what appears to be suede boots she found at the thrift. Moments later she calls me and of course my opening line, "those are nasty!" Hysterical laughter presents itself through my receiver, and she says "hey, you at least got to give me snaps because they're a 7"... My immediate answer being "I DON'T WEAR 7's. I WEAR A 6 1/2!!!"

As you can probably assume the laughter gets louder and more hysterical. My mother has all but blown a lung at this point. She's hopeless...

seriously?

i have never understood the integrity of people. why would someone try and give or maintain a friendship but only out of convenience? i tend to do things because i enjoy them. not purely out of boredom. but whatever, that chapter in the book of my life is now closed. too little too late.

i have a feeling i will be a sock monkey for Halloween... woop woop!!

Another

Here's another;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mwjg_iRy4OI&NR=1

I love how you can hear is nasty squeal-y voice in the back. Buahahaha!!!

Fudging hilarious!

I always find it humorous that gay men emulate women singers, make 'music videos' and then post them on YouTube as an [official music video]. Please enjoy, as I did :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-kcF1fOxb0&feature=related

P.S. There are more 'official music videos' by this user and they are all HILARIOUS!!

Start with yourself

As a new parent, there are a million things that go through your head on a daily basis: Am I doing the right thing, is my child happy, am I being a good parent, etc.

The best gift my mother gave me when I had my son was one of the books my Jenny McCarthy. It was entitled Mother Warriors and it chronicles the lives of parents with autistic children. I never knew what to do or to expect with a new child because it was never taught to me. My mother is a fabulous human being who has always been there when I needed anything for the baby but as a new parent you don't know what questions to ask until they've already hit you in the face. I'm not going to lie, I was utterly terrified that my child would, and can still get autism because he is a male and they are three times more likely to get autism than girls. But as a parent I couldn't not question what was going into my child's body. It's ironic because you go through the entire pregnancy monitoring what you eat, especially tuna because mercury can lead to autism. So it's entirely baffling that mercury is used as a preservative in vaccines for children. The whole mess just makes me sick to my stomach. If it's dangerous then don't use it... period.

So I feel it entirely inappropriate when someone divulges information as fact without the slightest hint of a 'fuck up possibility'. Yes, vaccines are needed in an era where children can get hurt. Prevention is most certainly key, but come on now. There are some things that work and they work well, but there are others that when given can cause more harm than good. That is why I am totally one hundred percent behind Jenny McCarthy and the awareness that she is trying to raise. As not only a celebrity, but an idividual and a mother who is living through the agony of doing what she was told, it turns out there was a health professional who was wrong. It's not the case for everyone, absolutely, but there comes a time when a health professional is wrong. Let's not forget the key subject here, doctors are real people too. They mess up just like everyone else.

What has started the fire in me? Amanda Peet. I find her to be utterly hypocritical and an asshole. I seriously doubt she has done any small amount of research in what Jenny McCarthy is really trying do. There was an article done featuring Amanda Peet and her 'parenting' if that's what you want to call it. She briefly talks about how she doesn't use medications or suncreen but wants to make it painfully clear that vaccines are a necessity and should be adminstered all at the same time; including that any parent who strays from such 'advice' is a parasite. Her research you ask? Apparently all of her questions were answered by her brother in law pediatrician. That's a little one-sided wouldn't you think? I think it's so easy to hide behind the 'because my doctor said so' or the 'I'm just really over protective so I did everything that I was told' scenarios. No it's not OK to take one person's opinions to heart. There is a reason they are called opinions, not FACT. What protects your child is doing the research yourself and determinig what is appropriate for your child and what isn't. I'm sure there aren't many who know but the original Rotavirus vaccine was pulled from use back in 1999 because it made infants' bowels collapse on themselves. How fucking ricidulous, because i'm sure at the time doctors were raving about its benefits and what wonders it could do. Well look what happened.

The bottom line is to be proactive. Children and especially infants are so sensitive and susceptible that it's not OK to bombard them with five vaccines every two months at a time, when really the child has five years to get everything that it needs. In my mind it's disgusting and should be monitored more closely, but who am I? I guess I'm just a parasite because I chose to make my child more comfortable with only getting vaccines required for schools and doing no more than two at a time. He's going to live and he's going to have the same immune system as a child who was immunized with all five at the same time. So what's the rush for?

Building awarness for safety does more than build walls. It's time to take the blindfolds off and become educated about what goes in a child's body.

post baby weight

i stomped my scale last night.

enough said...

shouldn't you think twice about that?

I have been having an epiphany lately when it comes to meeting new people and what information they volunteer to give up. I don't know about you, but I like to keep certain things about myself private i.e. finances, children, etc.

At the beginning of the year I had started working with a new co-worker and they were discussing with me whether or not they were going to keep the child they were currently pregnant with. HUH?!! Keep in mind, we'll call her Chante' for sake of giving her a name, I had only worked with her maybe one day. So on day two Chante' feels as though it's appropriate to discuss abortions with me. I am not a judgmental person, but there are people out there who would judge her for that. Abortions are not something that people take lightly, there are many opinionated assholes out there that would single her out and could potentially harm her because of it. Therefore, it's not at all appropriate to discuss with co-workers, especially new co-workers.

Case number two occurred yesterday at work. I went to another location to help out and the girl there decided to tell me that she is 'extremely well off' and 'lucky to have that kind of money' because the money she makes from her full time job is used essentially as 'play money'. Um, I don't care, nor did I ask. I find it completely asinine to discuss your finances with not only a total stranger, but a stranger you will most likely never see again. I don't care what type of image it is supposed to portray... other than stupidity.

I have been through entirely too much in my life to admire arrogance, whether it be due to money or lifestyle. I'm sure that it's not the first person nor will it be the last, but I guess I am more confident in what I bring to the table as an individual than what I can bring to the table materialistically.

To wrap up, learn to speak intelligently and keep the major decision making to those close to you; or at least to those who can offer up great advice... hopefully it is someone you know rather well.

Oh I Forgot,

I have forgotten to mention that I think Rosco (my miniature bear of a wiener dog) may have broken my nose. We had some family in from out of town about 2-3 weeks ago and in the midst of making my house look presentable, time allowing of course, I got some flowers for the front yard. I was considerably gung-ho for my planting experience because since we moved in the house last year I have done shit with the landscaping. None-the-less I was determined when it came to fixing up the exterior to do at least something, anything really.

Cut to a Friday afternoon and I mention to Melon that it would be really nice if 'da bear' was able to come and hang out in the front yard. We have been so awful at training the poor fella that he can't be trusted off a leash. Since we have a backyard, although not fenced in, da bear has a stake that he is connected to when he is let outside. So Melon, the wonderful husband he is, mentions that he can effortlessy relocate da bear's stake to the front yard and poof, problem solved!

Only we were gravely mistaken...

As Melon is bringing Rosco to the front yard he gets tangled up in his leash and I am instructed to untangle him. But of course I think he is adorable and decide to give him a gentle peck on the top of his furry little head first, only it doesn't pan out that way. As I lean my head in he head butts me in my nose. That certainly hurt like a bitch!

Now anytime I get a little rough with my nose i.e. nose blowing, it cracks. Definitly strange and a little grosse at the same time... no thanks to the stinky bear

T-minus 7 minutes...

It's a Saturday night, BB is down for the night and Melon is out on the town... if the town is renamed to being down the street. I am nursing my newly purchased bottle of wine and in about 7 minutes I am ready to debut my new do, so to speak. I have it all planned out, summer time is for dark hair and when the winter rolls around I am going back to blonde. I figure nothing is better than black coats and boots in the snow that a nice bright head of hair. Works in my book.

My life has been pretty much the same all things considered. My child is slowly creeping out of his 'difficult' phase and making his way to the 'awesome idle' phase. We are now trying our best to get him on a schedule and he's started taking naps in the afternoons now. It's completely wonderful because it makes for a more pleasant, less fussy child at home and at the sitter.

I'm off to the shower now, be expecting new pictures of the 'do' to pop up at any given moment... WOO!!

Sleepy baby

Today was the first day I had to go and get Little Man from the sitter. We pretty much have a solid intuition that he is borderline colic since he is so incredibly fussy for no reason. It's not all the time, but it's enough for us to realize that 'hey this kid sure is pissed of a lot of the time'. From what I gather at noon yesterday he switched from being his adorable, wonderfully cute self to a terror, and I mean that in every sense of the word. I have been there... multiple times. Believe me when I say that Seven sure has a set of lungs on him. He has screamed so loud it makes your ears ring. So that's what he did for the sitter yesterday, that being a first for her.

As soon as I got there and picked him up he stopped. Poor little guy just wanted his momma. I haven't seen him but two and half hours since yesterday evening and he misses me... how cute.

Currently he is in his room. The sitter said that he hasn't slept since I dropped him off at 8. Mind you he woke up at 6:30. It's almost 2 o'clock now. I hear him up there now so I must cut it short, but he slept for maybe a half an hour and woke up because he kicked all his covers off. I stuck him in what Melon and I call a pocket. It's the equivalent to a zip up blanket with the arms cut out. It allows him to kick and squirm without him getting uncovered. After he got stuck in that I warmed up some formula and when I went back up to feed him he was out. He's so tired. I feel bad for him because the poor kid never wants to sleep for fear he may miss out on things. Needless to say, when he does go to sleep he fights it. Currently he is passed out. He will wake up for a few seconds and then nod back off.

The only thing to do now is to count the minutes before he wakes up again, only to peek in his room and see that his little eyes are shut. That's the clear indicator that he is still sleepy. I love him to death.

Of Course!

I am beyond livid as I slam my words out on the keyboard. That fucking guy who hit me (June 26) has yet to return my calls much less give me his insurance information. I contacted the BMV to get his insurance provider to try and file a claim and the only information they were able to provide me was US Auto Insurance... there is no US Auto Insurance. I know it because I had to call the Department of Insurance and they told me there is no company by that name. The closest to that is USAA Auto based out of Dallas TX. Give me a fucking break dude!! I then contacted my insurance agent and she instructed me to send a certified letter. I tracked the number, a notice has been left but the letter has yet to be picked up. I then tried to enter the address in my GPS, there is no 7976 Country Brook Ln. I then Mapquested it, I figured maybe my GPS was a little out of date with addresses. There is only a 7912-7945 Country Brook Ln. What an ASSHOLE!!! I have since called him and left him a not so pleasant message... the next step is a lawsuit and filing to have his license suspended. I'm done playing around with 32 year old incompetent losers.

Yowza!

Talk about a shit storm...

Yesterday was the worst accident of my entire life. Now I have been involved in a few fender benders and a majority have been my fault. I have rear-ended two people and had been rear-ended once in Husband's white Civic about 3 years back and that was little love bump. It was humorous because about 1 week prior he didn't have car insurance but we had started it up and I had agreed to pay for it due to the fact that he simply couldn't afford it at that time in his life. Well I'll be damned if the next week I got hit. It all worked out in the end because there was only a small dent in the bumper so really it wasn't worth claiming or fixing. And what was awesome was that later in the year the dent popped out on it's own.

Flash to present day, two years ago Husband ended up getting a new Honda Fit and sadly enough we had to get rid of the Civic DX. Well last November the transmission in the Passat went out and back in April we came up on a sweet deal for a white Civic LX and it looked identical to the DX. Sadly all that came to an end yesterday morning due to this...
I was hit by an astro van going, what he claims 45 mph, but may have actually been closer to 50 mph. He had admitted to Husband that he didn't see me therefore he didn't even break. I got hit so hard he pushed me through the intersection and I ended up clear on the other side. I was stopped at a red light when he tagged me.

The part that sucks about all of it is that I have only had the car for 2 months and now the journey starts all over again. My body feels like shit but I am thankful I was on my way to work and Seven was not in the car. The back end got crushed to the point that we couldn't open the back doors. Moral of the story... pay attention people. And please use your brakes. (hahaha)

my how a lot has changed

What a warm welcome back...

My first week back at work after maternity leave was uneventful except when I was noticing on my pay stubs my PTO (paid time off) was in the negative. I was under the assumption that my time cards were entered incorrectly and therefore my PTO was negatively accounted for. Mind you, before I went on leave the HR person with whom I spoke to had indicated that although I was part time I still would qualify for paid leave and the first week I had to use my PTO, leaving me with a positive balance of 25 hours (or 5 PTO days) for after I returned to work.

Naturally, the next week I contact HR and indicate the problem I was experiencing. That woman with whom I spoke with was very nice and had informed me that I have a specific HR person who is assigned to me and that I would need to speak to that woman -- Carmen. Well Carmen was unavailable at that time and was instructed through a message to call me back.

I receive a call from Carmen about 30 minutes later and she is an ass to start off with. Secondly she is telling me that due to my position with company I was never eligible for paid leave and that the negative balance of 50 PTO hours (those not including the PTO unaccounted for on my next check I was due to receive) would need to be paid back because i was essentially 'over paid'. As I am speaking with this woman, who knows full well that I just had a newborn child then decides to tell me that instead of working everything out the only option would be for me to get no paychecks... for the next 5/6 weeks. I am livid at this point and we are going around in circles that I had been misinformed. Carmen of course not wanting to believe me, because how could I have possibly been misinformed due to HR ineptitude. Mind you, I had started the process for my leave back in January. I had to explain to this daft woman, who by the way works for me because she is my HR person, as to how in the world I would have been planning 6 weeks of leave on false information given to me back in January. Then apparently it started to 'click' for her and she was calming her attitude and trying to empathize with my situation. The conversation ended with her putting me on 'pause' to do her research and she would give me a call back.

Of course at that moment I go to my immediate supervisor and state that if they are going to be taking my paychecks I would be walking out that day. How dare they even try to corner me like that. I have been more than dedicated to my job and all of the responsibilities that have been assigned to me.

Long story short, my supervisor was able to speak to Carmen's superior in HR and they got it all worked out to where I won't be paying back 5 weeks of pay but in return I won't be granted anymore PTO for the year. It's bittersweet because there are guaranteed days that I will need to call off due to my child being ill and what not, but on the same token when I was only granted 55 hours of PTO by the company I ended up getting about 150 hours paid. So I can't be too angry about that.

All in all, it got resolved but damn did it have to go that far?

what's with the delay?

So I feel obligated to state the reason as to why it has taken me a few weeks to give a new post/update. I am running into the dilemma that there is so much to write about but not enough subject matter to make a relevant post. It is very strange. I will be doing whatever and I'll think 'huh, that's funny or cute and I could write about that on my blog', then I'll get one sentence in and it's done. But there's no need to have a one or two sentence blog... ya feel me?

Here is a collection of the past two weeks;

Baby started smiling, but I can't get him to smile at me. Everyone keeps telling me that he's smiling and I miss it. I think he may be bored with me considering that we fall asleep and wake up together day in and day out.

Husband made me watch the movie Twilight, it was ok. I was under the impression that it was going to be far more corny than what it was. I think it's funny that I have a girlfriend who told me last summer she had no interest in reading the books or watching the movies because she is not interested in vampires... much less 'vegetarian vampires'. well I must report now that she has not only watched the movie but read the first book within one day... sounds like a fan of vege vamps to me!!

My sister called me to tell me she microwaved a fly. enough said. (makes me laugh everytime i think about it)

I was completely touched when I found out that when I was reading a bed time story to BB that husband took a baby monitor out to the garage with him so he could work on his motorcycle and hear me read.

School is done with the exception of two finals next Tues and Wed.

And I have the green light to drink alcohol and engage in all sorts of other irresponsible behaviors... with my husband of course. :)

on other news...

I feel like shit because because BB gave me his cold and yesterday I took an accounting exam. Why in anyone's right mind would they think it's a good idea to make an exam worth 300 points?! I get to have three of those 'test traps' and only hope that I did somewhat OK.

It's going on 6 am and I've been up since 4. It's strange how when you know you can get a full night's rest that's when the middle of the night routine comes into play. Little man looked so freakin' adorable this morning wide awake. He's slowly starting to wake up and stay awake, Mr. Shifty Eyes.

One more thing before I venture off to other parts of the internet. Last night before I crashed out at midnight, there was an article about twins being born with two separate fathers. It's so insane because at the end of last year there was a woman who had a set of twins because she had two... count em', not one but two uterus's! She had no idea until she had them by C-section. I don't know if it's all the fertility drugs or there just happen to be some creepy people out there. But all I have to say is that I'm glad I have one baby with one baby daddy and one uterus. Puts my mind at ease a little bit. I would say that it helps me sleep better at night, then again I've been up since 4 am. I'm pretty sure I'm going to crash in the next few hours.

On a small mental note, BB is in bed with husband and he was snuggled up against his back. It was the most wonderful thing, there's nothing in the world like it. I know I sound cliche, but you never know how much you can love another human being until you help make it. I'm so lucky... lucky to have my number Seven.

tired eyes and long nights

it's going on 11:30 and BB has his first cold. poor little guy is so miserable.

i'm drained from last night and this morning. sigh... the things people don't tell you about motherhood. meh, it's all for a good cause.

in other news, lets hope i pass accounting... woop woop!

quick question...?

Why would you talk about Kegel exercises out loud in a public computer lab? Sometimes there's a fine line between what I want to know about your vagina and what you feel everyone wants to know... about your vagina. I think I would have been OK, had I not known how 'well' you think they work. I also have a pretty good incling everyone in this room is thinking the same thing.

just saying...

will work for sleep

my poor little person has constipation and is basically irritable and refusing to sleep unless he's being held. so needless to say it was a fight from 1:30am to about 5am to get him to go to sleep for more than 30-45 minutes. the most sleep i got was when i propped myself up in bed and he slept on my chest. i feel so bad for him. :(

It is now 1pm, baby's asleep and I'm trying to choke down some pesto pasta that is a day or so old. another thing they don't tell you about motherhood, unless the child is ok with you eating. you don't eat. saturday I tried to eat for a few hours and I'll be damned if that little sucker wouldn't start crying everytime I sat down.

I'm soooo~ooooo sleepy...

and i'm back...

Due my newly wed life and being pregnant I have been rudely absent for what seems like forever. But in my defense, growing a child in your belly is very tiring... ok really my pregnancy wasn't as bad as many make it out to be. Never-the-less, I found out I was expecting at the beginning of September '08, and ever since then it's been a ride to say the least. I was able to escape the morning sickness and the mood swings weren't all that bad either. They were pleasant enough that my husband had actually asked me when they were supposed to start kicking in. I was however livid for the first 3 months which transitioned to weepy for about 2 weeks and then I plataeud off and was good ever since. It took me to about 5 1/2 months to start showing and I all but exploded around month 7. Then the leg cramps kicked in and I lost my torso. I am still taking classes at the Univeristy and I was devastated to see that for Spring Quarter I couldn't fit in to the desks, so it was a good thing that all of my classes this quarter are in big lecture halls and I had to make due with taking tests and writing notes on my lap. Only a small bit inconvenient, but I was able to overcome! My prenatal appointments were every week during the last month and at my last appointment I learned that I was 1 cm dilated, but I still had about 2 weeks to go. Well, that is until the baby decided he wanted to to come early.

Long story short, I gave birth April 26 to a little boy. He weighted 7lbs 3 oz, and came out at 7:42 pm. We have decided to name him Seven Allen Foster. The name we already had picked out, my husband got dibs if the baby were a boy and I got dibs if the baby were a girl. There was a lot of controversy surrounding the name because only a hand full of people actually liked the boy's name, but it worked out. He's our lucky baby boy and I'm so glad that he came early because I was so ready to have my mid-section un-housed by a little person. He was 38 1/2 weeks gestated and healthy as can be.

It's been a crazy 2 weeks trying to become adjusted to my new baby, but I think we'll keep him... for now.